
Good Drugs
Wednesday, 19. December 2007, 03:06:22
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I was emailed this. What do you think?
Thanks Mike.
MOTHERS WHO DRUGGED US!!!
The other day, a friend in my town read that a Meth lab had been found
in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county. He turned to me and asked
me a rhetorical question: 'Why didn't we have a drug problem when you
and I were growing up?'
I told him that I did have a drug problem when I was young:
I was drug to church on Sunday morning.
I was drug to church for weddings and funerals.
I was drug to family reunions and
community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when
I was disrespectful to adults.
I was also drug to the woodshed
when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie,
brought home a bad report card,
did not speak with respect, spoke ill of
the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't
put forth my best effort in
everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink
to have my mouth washed out with soap if
I uttered a profanity.
I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden
and flower beds and
cockleburs out of dad's fields.
I was drug to the homes of family,
friends, and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow
the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my
mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this
kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in
everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack,
or heroin; and, if today's kids had this kind of drug problem, America
would be a better place.
AMEN!
See you in the ether,
Loving Life,

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mark87 # 7. February 2008, 07:31